The accuracy of your words,

Are not emphasized in your eyes.

Your voice has no warmth…

Hope in some slowly dies.

A flickering light shows things to come,

As it struggles against the encroaching doom.

Its' radiance only managing to reach some,

This eminence is often swallowed in endless gloom.

Daggers hidden in the shade are palpable,

Hope flees following that of trust.

In most honour is not capable,

And life inwardly crumbles like ignored dust.